Dabihawks Oneshots

Lilac Skies

Summary: Fantasy AU strangers to enemies (sort of) to lovers speedrun after too much coffee

Keigo becomes a distant memory.

A scorching thorn in his heart that tugs his strings of sympathy, but a memory nonetheless. He reflects this thought one night, twirling the quill in his scarred hands beside the dwindling fire. The boy with a pair of ruby red wings and honeycomb eyes with a twinkle of mischief and kindness once wrapped his sun kissed hands in his bandaged ones, and told him everything would be alright.

They were both children, dancing in fields of flowers at dawn. Laughter would fill the air, and Touya’s heart would feel warm, helplessly addicted to that smile, and complete. Simply two boys with an unbreakable bond of a knight and a prince, unknowing of the storm that would sweep their peaceful bed of flowers away into a corrupted minefield. A minefield of a battle that raged as they waltz to a dangerous melody.

Beads of sweat would drop from Touya’s skin as he let the silver blade hover dangerously above Keigo’s neck. Keigo would sigh, and yield in defeat. They would continue to have endless rounds of play fighting, swords clanging together in an offbeat harmony. They would celebrate with pastries stolen from the amused chef and sneak into Touya’s room, gazing up at the stars with merely a glass window as a barrier to nature’s gentle breeze.

“You wanted to see me, my king?”

Dabi let turquoise eyes run through Hawks’ stilled figure, as the latter shut the door behind him. Silence stretched through the soundproof room, as Dabi continued to stare down at the man who started to fidget. He wished he could laugh.

“Are you aware of the tension that lies within these castle walls?”

Silence.

“I am.” came Hawks’ stiff answer. “What of it, my king?”

Gold eyes met blue. Hawks, ruby wings shaking and honeycomb eyes that are tired and exhausted and filled with the burdens of the upcoming war as Captain. Dabi resisted the urge to let his fingers run through golden strands of hair and plant a kiss on those cherry lips. He had done that, once upon a time.

It was a beautiful winter in February, in a season Touya enjoyed most. Merely days before Touya was sent to become a soldier and lead through waves of men to defeat Empress Shimura, Keigo dragged Touya from the castle walls and tumbled into the soft snow. They laughed, and dragged each other on the thin, icy surface of the frozen lake they used to swim in during summers. He had saw the childish wonder in Keigo’s eyes, something that became rare over his course of brutal training from the Commission, and couldn’t resist－

“Are the children still rebelling?”

“Protests have been repeatedly reported from Lieutenant Rumi, but I doubt you didn’t notice.”

“Young Bakugou and Midoriya show potential.”

“Recruiting them isn’t possible, they work for King Yagi. They remain loyal to their cause.”

Dabi let out a hum as he turned towards the curtains, facing his back towards Hawks. Well, the fact that Midoryia, generous but underestimated, was Toshinori’s apprentice was well-known throughout Japan. Bakugou, though explosive and impatient, was a great master of combat and wielded a powerful force that sent enemies bowing before his command－ he was an influential figure, a perfect pawn for Toshinori. But it was the fact that Toshinori treated his soldiers like his own family that surprised Dabi. How did the king manage to care for each and every one?

Touya knew to care long ago, to care for his siblings and protect them. Dabi knew only about vengeance and revenge for the pain that came with protecting. He admitted, he treated his soldiers not as humans but as pieces on a chessboard, cards of a deadly game. He could flick them off and draw them as bait if desired and not give a damn about them.